Okay, I'm not torn anymore. You can go and write "DUMBASS" across my forehead now because seriously, that's what I am.

Tonight, I relived more of my past than I would have ever liked. It was ridiculous.

"But you're good at these things."

So what if I am!?!? Freaking do it yourself already! and if you're going to ask me for help, don't fucking guilt me into helping you or make me believe that you actually consider me a friend or someone special. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!!Yeah, you may say I'm blowing this out of proportion but you know what!?!? When all is said and done, I still won't mean that much. Let's just admit it: I'm just good for homework, picking out birthday and christmas gifts, sending flowers, remembering to call, cooking and updating resumes and cover letters.

Well guess what? I quit.